I have officially become fed up with chocolate.
I have eaten so much lately that I fear my arteries are forever hardened, my veins forever clogged and my brain forever dulled. Well moreso than before, at any rate.
I do this every year and honestly it seems to work pretty well for me. Now is my current off-season and I can afford to get really fat and stupid, so that's what I do. I'm not an angel when it comes to food during the season, but I don't overindulge and I certainly don't drink heavily - the upshot is that I consider myself fairly healthy (I even eat vegetables, to the shocked gasps in the peanut gallery). The problem is that I eventually build up a resistance to this behavior and I crave the experience of eating far, far too much unhealthy stuff; which is what I do around this time of year as my own personal Christmas ritual.
So I did it again this year.
The result is my current big fat bloated belly and the aches I now harbor.
My training regimen starts for real next week, with a few light sessions building up to the real grunt work of trying to put on weight and get more explosive. Luckily the fitness doesn't come into it for another month or so (but there's no way I'm going to neglect it completely, can you imagine how much it would suck to be forced into pre-season off the back of zero running?).
So that's about it for me currently. Back at work. The holiday was long but still too short. Still have intentions of writing a million selling novel, after I invent a perpetual motion machine and earn infinite money from that, of course.
Hot News Flash: Scientists are REALLY BAD at naming things. CERN should have a specialist come in and talk to those fools, Jesus.
In other news, Happy New Year and all that.
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